barren of women would not be able to avoid a vampiric pregnancy.
From this union, a regular human child would grow. The only difference would be that their system would already be laced with vampiric blood—the catalyst for the change that would begin on the day of the child’s eighteenth birthday. They would also be born, like me, with the ability to self-heal, something George believes is an inbuilt survival mechanism designed to keep the species strong.
Just like me, this child grows as a regular human does. It will eat, sleep, breathe, and be otherwise completely undetectable as a vampire among the human populace until the day of turning.
Once the transformation begins, it takes roughly twenty-four hours for full conversion. It begins with the human portion dying, followed by the renewal of the body into full vampiric form. I often wondered if it would be painful.
In regards to a turned vampire, I wasn’t so well-informed. I knew that they were created from some sort of blood transference, and that their powers were muted in comparison to their makers, but that was all I knew. Well, besides how to kill them. With a vân â tor however, the process is slightly different. I had read about it in the journals that covered the library walls in the IMI’s secret hideout. According to the texts, the sex is almost never consensual. They force themselves upon their chosen victims with no mercy or regret. There is too much wild animal in them to revoke their hormones and understand that ‘no means no’.
Their seed is just as strong as a vampire’s, and pregnancy is instantaneous. In a period of just two days, gestation, growth, and the actual birth occurs. It is torturous on the human who has to suffer through the rapid growth and broken bones. The birth itself is deplorable and so far, every single vân â tor birth has resulted in the death of the human mother.
The Vân â tors do not make passage into the world as a regular human does. They grow in their wolf form inside the womb instead of their human counterpart. Once fully grown, they tear their way out, breaking bones and drinking whatever blood is left inside the human carrier.
It is disgusting, murderous, and unforgivable. Even the Vampires consider their methods inexcusable, hence why the alliance exists.
The Protectors merely chose the lesser of two evils to side with. But again, what did that say about me and my intended fate if they considered vampires to be evil?
* * *
Lucas touched his hand to my shoulder again. ‘You know that I didn’t mean you specifically, right? I’d never hurt you, Elena.’
I shook his hand away and bent down to retrieve my mobile phone which was where I had left it. I had a missed call.
Kayla.
I tucked the phone back inside my coat pocket and started fast-walking towards the car. In the air the sweet scent of blood was slowly being replaced by the bilious stench of burning flesh. Either that or the dried globule of vân â tor saliva on my chest was starting to burn my nostrils.
I really needed a shower.
‘Elena … wait for me,’ Lucas called after me, jogging to catch up.
I kept walking, shoving my bloodied hands deeper inside my coat pockets and hunching my shoulders to deflect the cold wind.
‘Elena, I’m sorry. What I said … I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.’
‘Yes, you did,’ I said quietly, trying to breathe through my mouth so that I couldn’t smell the stink on my chest and the charred flesh in the distance. ‘Sometimes you talk exactly like the IMI expects you to. It worries me that you can be that narrow-minded.’
‘No, really,’ he persisted. ‘We may not be technically related by blood, but to me, you are still my sister and I would never dream of hurting you. And,’ he said, pointing a finger in the air as if to prove a point, ‘if anyone does try to hurt you I will personally kill them myself, regardless of the species.’
I
From this union, a regular human child would grow. The only difference would be that their system would already be laced with vampiric blood—the catalyst for the change that would begin on the day of the child’s eighteenth birthday. They would also be born, like me, with the ability to self-heal, something George believes is an inbuilt survival mechanism designed to keep the species strong.
Just like me, this child grows as a regular human does. It will eat, sleep, breathe, and be otherwise completely undetectable as a vampire among the human populace until the day of turning.
Once the transformation begins, it takes roughly twenty-four hours for full conversion. It begins with the human portion dying, followed by the renewal of the body into full vampiric form. I often wondered if it would be painful.
In regards to a turned vampire, I wasn’t so well-informed. I knew that they were created from some sort of blood transference, and that their powers were muted in comparison to their makers, but that was all I knew. Well, besides how to kill them. With a vân â tor however, the process is slightly different. I had read about it in the journals that covered the library walls in the IMI’s secret hideout. According to the texts, the sex is almost never consensual. They force themselves upon their chosen victims with no mercy or regret. There is too much wild animal in them to revoke their hormones and understand that ‘no means no’.
Their seed is just as strong as a vampire’s, and pregnancy is instantaneous. In a period of just two days, gestation, growth, and the actual birth occurs. It is torturous on the human who has to suffer through the rapid growth and broken bones. The birth itself is deplorable and so far, every single vân â tor birth has resulted in the death of the human mother.
The Vân â tors do not make passage into the world as a regular human does. They grow in their wolf form inside the womb instead of their human counterpart. Once fully grown, they tear their way out, breaking bones and drinking whatever blood is left inside the human carrier.
It is disgusting, murderous, and unforgivable. Even the Vampires consider their methods inexcusable, hence why the alliance exists.
The Protectors merely chose the lesser of two evils to side with. But again, what did that say about me and my intended fate if they considered vampires to be evil?
* * *
Lucas touched his hand to my shoulder again. ‘You know that I didn’t mean you specifically, right? I’d never hurt you, Elena.’
I shook his hand away and bent down to retrieve my mobile phone which was where I had left it. I had a missed call.
Kayla.
I tucked the phone back inside my coat pocket and started fast-walking towards the car. In the air the sweet scent of blood was slowly being replaced by the bilious stench of burning flesh. Either that or the dried globule of vân â tor saliva on my chest was starting to burn my nostrils.
I really needed a shower.
‘Elena … wait for me,’ Lucas called after me, jogging to catch up.
I kept walking, shoving my bloodied hands deeper inside my coat pockets and hunching my shoulders to deflect the cold wind.
‘Elena, I’m sorry. What I said … I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.’
‘Yes, you did,’ I said quietly, trying to breathe through my mouth so that I couldn’t smell the stink on my chest and the charred flesh in the distance. ‘Sometimes you talk exactly like the IMI expects you to. It worries me that you can be that narrow-minded.’
‘No, really,’ he persisted. ‘We may not be technically related by blood, but to me, you are still my sister and I would never dream of hurting you. And,’ he said, pointing a finger in the air as if to prove a point, ‘if anyone does try to hurt you I will personally kill them myself, regardless of the species.’
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